[size=9pt]Word on the grapevine was that there was a Cleric position up for grabs.
Moon will admit his feelings towards the whole Hierarchy system any day of the week; he thinks it's complete bullshit. Thou be active, thou wander the borders mindlessly in hopes of finding a newcomer to fret over, thou engage with thou's surroundings and thou will be granted a Super Cool Title. Perhaps his shakespearean grammar isn't the top notch, but he's pretty sure thats the gist of it. The point is; he's not looking to climb the ranks.
His reasons are a bit more personal. A bit more emotional and a bit more along the lines of 'orphan tries to prove his worth to dead parents'. He'd sooner tattoo a My Little Pony symbol on his hind leg than he would admit to it, but the guilt and the grief still hangs tight to him like an annoying third wheeler and he thinks, maybe, possibly, perhaps, continuing the tradition would help him shake that baggage. He'd be saving people, like his mom. He'd be doing something.
And it's with that thought in mind that the lanky teenager takes off towards the plains, deadset on finding some herbs. He's an hour into the pits of grass and flowers and an hour away from any landmark he recognizes when he realizes he hadn't thought this out. He hasn't the slightest bit of a clue where to find what he's looking for, and even though he's got a good nose, the wind here carries everything from the scent of roses to the local Hedgehog's last fart and he'd be lucky if he were to pick up on some hints of Comfrey, Chamomile or Burdock.
That's where he meets Edgar. Moon is sniffing at the ground like a dog when he feels something tap his shoulder. It's no accidental brush, no, 'Oh, sorry, I just bumped off you'. It was a tap with intent. An, 'Hello, I am here, I just tapped you and I did it for a reason.' The lion startles more than he'd ever admit and when he looks he's genuinely scared for a moment.
There's something in front of him, and it's got it's arms crossed and it's staring at him like it knows what he's up to. Moonmade will admit he quite literally has never seen anything like it, and it's so thoroughly ugly he almost flinches.
"I have a proposition for you."
It turns out it was a mole. The mole's name was Edgar, and the mole had a feral wife named Mabel and Mabel was a rabbit who had gotten into a scuffle with a fox. Moon immediately offered to hunt the bastard down and stew him up for dinner, but Edgar knew Moon was looking for something and so a deal was made. He'd help him find his herbs if Moon would fix Mabel's leg.
And it was like that that the lion found himself wandering through the Ascendant's grassy plains with a mole by his side, noses to the ground in search of herbs. Edgar would direct him to the parts richest with undergrowth, but for the most part, it was Moon who found them. His childhood smelt only of these herbs and berries and he held them so dear to his heart it was second nature to pick up on their notes in the air, once close enough. The comfrey root was most difficult to uncover, but Edgar was a skilled digger and they managed to have all four herbs gathered by sunset.
They parted with vows to meet again the next day, and Moon stumbled back to camp with paws filled with herbs and a mane made of leaves and twigs, a sight for sore eyes.
/basically u can just read from the fourth para onwards lmao
Moon will admit his feelings towards the whole Hierarchy system any day of the week; he thinks it's complete bullshit. Thou be active, thou wander the borders mindlessly in hopes of finding a newcomer to fret over, thou engage with thou's surroundings and thou will be granted a Super Cool Title. Perhaps his shakespearean grammar isn't the top notch, but he's pretty sure thats the gist of it. The point is; he's not looking to climb the ranks.
His reasons are a bit more personal. A bit more emotional and a bit more along the lines of 'orphan tries to prove his worth to dead parents'. He'd sooner tattoo a My Little Pony symbol on his hind leg than he would admit to it, but the guilt and the grief still hangs tight to him like an annoying third wheeler and he thinks, maybe, possibly, perhaps, continuing the tradition would help him shake that baggage. He'd be saving people, like his mom. He'd be doing something.
And it's with that thought in mind that the lanky teenager takes off towards the plains, deadset on finding some herbs. He's an hour into the pits of grass and flowers and an hour away from any landmark he recognizes when he realizes he hadn't thought this out. He hasn't the slightest bit of a clue where to find what he's looking for, and even though he's got a good nose, the wind here carries everything from the scent of roses to the local Hedgehog's last fart and he'd be lucky if he were to pick up on some hints of Comfrey, Chamomile or Burdock.
That's where he meets Edgar. Moon is sniffing at the ground like a dog when he feels something tap his shoulder. It's no accidental brush, no, 'Oh, sorry, I just bumped off you'. It was a tap with intent. An, 'Hello, I am here, I just tapped you and I did it for a reason.' The lion startles more than he'd ever admit and when he looks he's genuinely scared for a moment.
There's something in front of him, and it's got it's arms crossed and it's staring at him like it knows what he's up to. Moonmade will admit he quite literally has never seen anything like it, and it's so thoroughly ugly he almost flinches.
"I have a proposition for you."
It turns out it was a mole. The mole's name was Edgar, and the mole had a feral wife named Mabel and Mabel was a rabbit who had gotten into a scuffle with a fox. Moon immediately offered to hunt the bastard down and stew him up for dinner, but Edgar knew Moon was looking for something and so a deal was made. He'd help him find his herbs if Moon would fix Mabel's leg.
And it was like that that the lion found himself wandering through the Ascendant's grassy plains with a mole by his side, noses to the ground in search of herbs. Edgar would direct him to the parts richest with undergrowth, but for the most part, it was Moon who found them. His childhood smelt only of these herbs and berries and he held them so dear to his heart it was second nature to pick up on their notes in the air, once close enough. The comfrey root was most difficult to uncover, but Edgar was a skilled digger and they managed to have all four herbs gathered by sunset.
They parted with vows to meet again the next day, and Moon stumbled back to camp with paws filled with herbs and a mane made of leaves and twigs, a sight for sore eyes.
/basically u can just read from the fourth para onwards lmao
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